Member-only story
Ode to a Chance Encounter with a Wolf Spider in My Shoe
These shabby running shoes stood unworn on the porch
While strappy summer sandals were satisfactory footwear.
So, one afternoon duties called for autumn clean-up
And time to slip into the well-worn comfort of old shoes,
Noticing a hazy mess of webbing inside the shadows,
That had to be removed with a stick; when, suddenly,
A large wolf spider dashed out in dramatic self-defense.
The scream scared him back; no further probing or shaking
Could bring him out where no foot would dare to enter.
But here I sit and ponder what kind of smart wolf spider
Would build his web inside the musty confines of a shoe …
Anticipating what insects would fly by or a centipede venture?
And so, I think what person may be enclosed in a situation
With few opportunities to engage and exult in abundance?
Annemarie Berukoff
HelpfulMindstreamforChanges.com
